I watched as Amy and her friends walked into school. And he was there with them, he was always with them, especially her. How the hell was I going to get her away from him and alone? God this was so aggravating. I knew I should never have let her walk away before the end of summer. I can’t believe the things she said to me. How dare she? Did she know who I was? I am Andrew Anders the next heir of the English mafia and I’d choose my bride, my queen to stand by my side and she was denying me. I can still remember that day it had all gone well to the point when I told her that once we returned to school she was no longer to entertain her friends' presence and only spend her time with me.
‘Are you f*****g kidding me, Andrew?’
‘Does this face look like it’s f*****g to you?’ I asked, angrily,
